C787

At noon, several presidents and their wives ate at the presidential palace and left.

After everyone left, jingbao'er and Jingrong went back to the master bedroom together.

As soon as you enter the door, Jingrong will press jingbao'er on the door and play with it!

the distance between two people is so close that they can smell each other's subtle perfume and wine.

At noon, they all drank a lot of wine. They drank red wine. They didn't feel anything when they drank it, but they had enough energy after drinking. Now they both felt a little dizzy.

"What for?" Jing bao'er naturally put her hands around Jing Rong's neck and asked with a smile.

Under the influence of alcohol, the little woman's face is stained with a thin layer of blush. Her pink face, together with her drunken eyes, makes her a little bit more amorous.

"Drink and mess." The man said.

"Hum, you don't want to be shameful, huh..."

Before Jing bao'er's words were finished, the man sealed her lips and blocked all her unfinished words.

The little woman can't hold it all of a sudden.

……

From the floor to the bed, then to the sofa, then to the bed, two people have been tossing for a whole afternoon.

The man seems to hit the chicken blood, excited, again and again in her body, tireless.

After the last release, the man continued to press on the woman, hugged her tightly, gasped and asked, "why can't I stop every time I get on you? As long as I do it with you, I will die on you. "

"That's probably because I'm more attractive." Jingbao'er blushed and looked at the man, panting.

After tossing all afternoon, Jing bao'er felt as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out. His whole body was soft and he didn't have any strength.

Now I don't even have the strength to speak.

Jing Rong is like this, once toss up, don't toss her until she constantly beg for mercy, is not easy to stop.

Jing bao'er often thinks: is this thing electric? It's always full of power.

"Maybe, mainly because it's delicious..." The man said, "good technology..."

As soon as Jing bao'er heard this, she turned red.

"Why are you blushing? Huh? You're not so shy when you've been begging me to be quick, deeper and more important. " The man stroked the little woman's face and joked.

A man's fingertips seem to be carrying electricity, but such a simple touch makes the little woman feel like a burst of electric current running through her body.

The little woman could not help shivering.

"Always so sensitive." The man said vaguely, "I just like your sensitivity As soon as you touch it, you will react immediately. As long as you react, you will ignore it and never hide it... "

Jing bao'er rolled his eyes, "can you stop talking about this You're shameless. "

"Don't you just like me shameless?" The man said.

"Jingrong, you are dead."

"Men are not bad, women do not love."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. You go down I'm so tired. "

The man smilingly looked at the woman, and then rolled down neatly, holding the woman in his arms.

The embrace of a man is very warm, so being held by a man makes Jingbao feel very happy.

Jingrong is still sitting at the head of the bed as usual, holding a cigarette and smoking it leisurely. Afterwards, a cigarette is better than a living immortal.

Looking at Jingrong puffing clouds, Jingbao can't help but get up. She takes Jingrong's cigarette between her fingers and smokes it deeply.

The skilful movements and full eyes add a bit of different style to Jing bao'er.

"Little ruffian." The man said faintly, then naturally took the cigarette in her hand, threw it to his lips, and said, "you know, I don't care about your smoking. You'd better not touch this thing. If a woman touches this thing, she will grow old quickly. The most important thing is that it's bad for her health."

"Well, what's the point of having one or two occasionally?" Jingbaoer road.

With that, Jing bao'er reaches for Jing Rong's cigarette.

Jing Rong quickly tilted his body, put the cigarette on his left hand far away from Jing bao'er, and said, "don't think about it. Just take a sip. Don't give me a hard time. Be honest. Do you hear me?"

Jing bao'er couldn't help rolling his eyes, "OK, stingy, drink cold water..."

"What cheapskate? I'm doing it for you. I'm being unkind. " The man said.

Jing bao'er nodded heavily, "OK, it's all for my good. Ok..."

"It was..." The man once again took a puff and said."I don't know what's the matter. Today I'm smelling this cigarette, so I want to smoke it." Jingbaoer road.

"If you want to smoke, you should bear it. What does a girl smoke like?"

"I used to smoke a lot when I was alone abroad, and rolchen didn't care about me."

Mention Luo Erchen, Jing Baoer heart once again "clatter" for a while, all the joy on the face, also in an instant retired.

Rolchen

All of a sudden, she wanted to see roechen again.

And Jing Rong, hearing the name of rolchen, suddenly became serious.

"By the way, fourth uncle, little brother Yeming has been contacting experts for Luo Erchen. Up to now, there is still no news, is there?" Asked Jing bao'er.

Jing Rong nodded faintly, "yes, if there is still no news in another week, I will directly ask Yeming to go abroad in person, go around the world, find those famous experts and have a face-to-face talk with them."

Jingrong's words cool Jingbao's heart.

Jingbao'er frowned, nodded, leaned on Jingrong's shoulder with a tired face, and said, "fourth uncle I'm going to see Luo Erchen tomorrow... "

"I'm in good health now. I'll be with you." The man says, finish saying, the man then caresses the woman's face carefully.

Jing Baoer nodded.

"Dudududu -"

the mobile phone vibrated.

Jing bao'er takes out her mobile phone and is shocked to see that it's Song Li Mei.

At that moment, jingbao'er felt his heart jump to his throat, as if he was going to jump out of his body soon.

The hand holding the mobile phone is shaking.

When Jingrong saw the number, his eyes and eyebrows were also filled with unspeakable excitement and surprise

"Sister in law's phone? Is sister-in-law awake? Pick up... " Jingrong road.

Jing bao'er took a deep breath, pressed answer, and asked cautiously over the phone, "Ms. song, is that you?"